A click of flint a spark so bright
A candle burns within the night...

I've never been a scholar
Though I learned along the way...

All those random thoughts I have
And oh those twisted fears...

Every scar I carry,
Reminds me of a war...

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard...

Sweet dreams when they may take you,
I've sent an angel to watch above...

I have seen my dreams and aspirations fail.
I've seen my hopes dashed on the rocks...

Have you ever stared?
Looked down the barrel of a gun...

Our world is getting smaller,
Religion and creed becoming one...

I never minded being on my own!
But the dark inside doth creep...

You can never be a tempest,
You won't even be a storm...

I have died so many times inside,
And yet I still keep on breathing...